Luyện nghe bài hát Money Talks

Just Tim-baland, and Kim
(Na, na na, na)
Tim-baland, and Lil' Kim
(Uh, uh, uh, what)
Just Tim-baland, and Kim
(Na, na na, na)
Tim-baland, and Lil' Kim
(Uh, uh, uh, what)

Yo, yo yo yo, this is strictly for heavyweight's
Not them playa haters,
'Cause in the
You ask for to hit em, uh

My man Blake flew me to the Erie
Introduced me to this heavy weighter, himself Drake
First mistake, Jesus was fake
But wait, he got in his cake, I ain't fuckin' with him

Number one rule, always keep your cool, even though you a fool
And you see right the nigga, how he figure?
If he holdin' less six
He gonna get the digits or visit, numbers in my Wizard?

Duke ain't worth the space
Glass shoes and igloos put him dead in his
Blake, can't tell this cat is a snake?
I got vision, funny money vision
(Uh, uh, uh)

No dough, no show, dodo, a no-no
Just some famous words the late Frank White
I blink right, if bank tight
Duke wanted me to work for him, flirt for him

Wear a skirt for him, he don't know
end up hurtin' him at the end of the day
Shit, I got bills to pay, and it my fault
If money talk and bullshit walk, one

I'm in love ta mon, nearly twice my age
I want to give it up anyway, because it pay
More time, more money, have it way

I'm in love ta mon, nearly twice my age
I want to give it up anyway, it more pay
More time, money, have it your way

Know de money and the is my style
Me a it tonight

Mm, uh, uh, uh, uh
The play starts at 8:00, hit the venue
his man and some bitch named Kendall
Tried to style on 'em, shoes with the on 'em

But the still was corny, he bore me
His preference was more sorta like
Me, I do with the Mali and the vodka
Out in gettin' proper and I, betcha fifty

My whole committee stay shitty ask Smitty with the E's
One glance at the make ya freeze
Please, I got a mil on these, talkin'?
I hate this in the worst way

And I didn't be here in the first place
But uh, just vendetta for my man
Do anything for the fam, go along with the plan
Tryin' hard not to him off

And I know he soft, I cough, it's to cover up a lie
And the lie me full of empathy
So when I on this nigga, he gon' still pamper me
I see, this ain't about nuttin', 'cause he keep frontin'
He be up to somethin', round 'em up, here I come, uh

I'm in love wit' ta mon, nearly my age
I want to give it up anyway, it more pay
time, more money, have it your way

As the evening winds down, I'm making
my Milli got rounds, plane ticket back to town, now
I picked the place, of course it's
Italian where they confiscate, burners in they

Metamorphism anywhere, any year, who
the mob and they don't care and I swear
While I'm contemplatin' thinkin about
Here the waiter with the phone in the tray, anyways

"Is a Queen in the house?"
How he say this out his mouth?
I'm the only black chick with this thick
it's my nigga Blake C.
'Cause sometimes these cat's to fool you

it, let me school you
Remember when I said those robbed Leo
on him, stuck him up in the black Geo
They was creole, used to be a tight
Till one fled with the dough, what's his
(Rio)

I was a girlie lover, undercover
they hoes in tight clothes like they was no other
Dumbin' like the Jungle Brothers, till caught me for my gems
All I'm is what he did to me, do it to him, is you straight?

You late, duct tape and cable
I wrap it round his throat it's all she wrote, uh
(Oh oh)

Na, na, na, na,
(Oh, oh)
Whookie, whookie,
(Oh, oh)
(Oh, oh, oh)
Na, na, na, na
(Oh, oh)
Wha
(Oh, oh, oh)
Na, na, na, na
(Oh, oh)

(Oh, oh, oh)
Na, na, na, na, wha
(Bullshit walks, talks)
(Oh, oh, oh)
Na, na, na, na, wha
(Bullshit walks, talks)

(Oh, oh, oh)
Wha uh, na, na, na, na
(Uh, gotta get that money man, talks)
(Oh, oh, oh)
Na, na, na, na, wha
(Bullshit walks, talks)

(Oh, oh, oh)
Na, na, na, na, wha
(Bullshit walks, talks)
(Oh, oh, oh)
Wha uh, na, na, na, na
(Uh, gotta get money man, money talks)